Chapter 123: Unseen Outcome 1
Chapter 123: Unseen Outcome 1
Scarlett’s POV
Two days passed in relative quiet, though it felt anything but calm for me. While Lucian, Maxwell, and Clay threw themselves into organising and preparing for whatever was coming, I found myself caught in a state of limbo.
I tried wielding my magic on and off, hoping against hope that I might somehow connect to Keith or get some sense of him. But it was futile. There was nothing but a wall, blocking me from any kind of resolution.
The instability of my elements—particularly wind and fire—only added to my frustration. The fire element was slightly more manageable now; I wasn’t burning things as frequently, which was a small relief. Alison attributed the improvement to Lucian and my mates sharing the burden of my magic, though she wasn’t entirely sure how it worked.
She speculated that their abilities might manifest eventually, but there was no guarantee.
In the background, conversations between Lucian and Garland seemed constant. They were strategizing, working to bring our forces together to face the inevitable. But I couldn’t shake the lingering question: Would my magic and our combined strength be enough?
David consumed my thoughts. Perhaps I should have gone after him directly, taken him out before this mess escalated. If I had, maybe this so-called kin of mine wouldn’t have gained such a strong foothold. But it wasn’t just about David—it was about the people. The South had suffered under his rule, and Alison had hinted at the brewing discontent.
According to her, David had framed my exile to the North as my father’s will, spinning a narrative that cast me as an abandoned daughter sent away to be ruled by ruthless Northern Alphas. Being my father’s beta, David’s word was trusted, and no one questioned his authority—especially after he allegedly eliminated the Gamma to secure his control.
The thought enraged me.
Even if David wasn’t the rider, he was my true enemy, and if he had played any role in my father’s death, then I intended to exact my vengeance on him. I had plans for David—painful, methodical plans.
I was lost in these thoughts when Maxwell’s voice broke through the haze, his tone unusually light and urgent through the mind link.
“Do you mind coming to the reception building?” he asked gently.
The request caught me off guard. I rarely went there. That building held bittersweet memories—it was where I had first been brought after arriving in the North, where I had met my mates for the first time.
That initial encounter had been anything but pleasant, but looking back now, I could see how far we had come. From suspicion and resentment to something strong, something promising.
Curiosity piqued by the rare brightness in Maxwell’s mood, I responded, “I’m on my way,” and began making my way toward the building. Whatever had uplifted Maxwell so suddenly, I hoped it was good news—for all our sakes.
I got off the couch in the apartment and made my way to the reception building, my curiosity tinged with an unshakable sense of unease.
As I approached, the scene at the entrance gave me pause. A tent had been set up outside, bustling with activity. People who looked like they had traveled a great distance were receiving care—food, water, and medical treatment.
Their faces bore a haggard, haunted look, and their injuries spoke of battles fought and narrowly survived.
It wasn’t until I saw their features, their distinct Western appearance, that it clicked—they were Westerners. Most of them carried the unmistakable air of having endured something horrific. Some were bandaged, others barely able to stand, and I couldn’t help but feel the gravity of what they must have escaped.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I stepped inside the building. The sight that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks.
Keith.